Catgirl Doctor, Volume 2 (Light Novel)

• Catgirls Galore – A world where catgirls and humans coexist with deep bonds.
• Healing Romance – A protagonist helping his catpanions heal from past trauma.
• Protective & Caring Male Lead – Chris is not a "dense" harem MC but actively cares for his catpanions.
• Found Family – Chris builds a family with his catpanions, providing them love and security.
• Wholesome Yet Spicy – Romantic and heartwarming moments with subtle mature themes.
• Interspecies Relationships – Exploring the dynamics between humans and catgirls.
• Master & Catpanion Bond – A relationship built on trust, devotion, and emotional dependence.
• Hurt/Comfort – Deep emotional moments where Chris helps his catpanions recover from their past.
• Harem Without the "Dense Protagonist" Trope – Chris acknowledges and reciprocates the feelings of his catpanions.
• Slice-of-Life with Emotional Depth – Not just romance, but daily life, struggles, and growth.
• Dates & Romantic Tension – Sweet and heartfelt moments between Chris and his catpanions.
• R18 – This light novel is not for children.

It was Saturday in the afternoon when Chris and Silva found themselves inside of the Catgirl Protection Bureau Office of Catpanion and Child Registration located on Third Avenue. It was situated in between I Street and H Street. Next to the Catgirl Protection Bureau Office of Catpanion and Child Registration was a the Superior Court South Court Division and a San Diego Marriage Certificate office.

As they entered through the sliding doors, a soft jingle issued from speakers somewhere inside, alerting whoever was at the front desk that someone had arrived. The front lobby was mostly empty. There was one young couple, a human with blond hair and a catgirl with orange striped hair. They were sitting close together and both of them had a bundle in each arm. It looked like this catgirl was one of the few who had given birth.

Chris was not sure he envied the man. Four kids sounded like a handful to him.

“Good afternoon,” a woman sitting behind the front desk said to them as they entered. She had a professional smile. Her furry blonde cat ears twitched as she watched them with vivid blue eyes. “Can I help you two today?”

Chris walked hand in hand with Silva toward the front desk. His companion was looking around with curiosity, but not fear. She had gotten much better about not panicking when they went outside. He believed she might have finally gotten over her fear of being around people—for the most part.

“Yes, I’d like to register Silva as my catpanion,” Chris said to the woman.

A gleam entered the woman’s eyes as she nodded, placed her hands on her keyboard as though getting ready to hack into a secure database, and glanced back at him.

“Can I get the name of you and your soon-to-be catpanion?”

“My name is Chris Redford, and this is Silva…”

Chris paused when he realized that he didn’t know what Silva’s last name was. Whenever a catgirl was adopted into a human family, she would always take the last name of that family. However, her last guardian had been a man named Cameron—Chris couldn’t remember that man’s last name, though he was sure Officer Demire had told him—and he was sure she didn’t want to use his last name.

“Vira,” Silva said at last. “See if Vira works please.”

“Silva Vira.” The catgirl typed into the keyboards. Chris saw the screen reflected in the woman’s eyes, though he couldn’t tell what it said. After a moment, she frowned, then looked at Silva with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry… that last name doesn’t appear to be registered on here.”

“I guess… it was erased when Grams died… or maybe when my previous guardian took custody of me…”

When Chris saw the disheartened expression on Silva’s face, the way her ears and tail drooped, he grimaced and glanced back at the receptionist.

“Is it possible to look up an older name on file?”

The receptionist bit her lips, long fangs jutting out. “It is possible, but we generally don’t do that. All of our information is completely up to date. If we used the name she had from a previous guardian, it could cause legal problems.”

Silva’s grip on his hand tightened, but Chris did his best to maintain a calm expression. The secretary seemed to realize something was wrong. She gave them both a sincere and apologetic smile. However, she also didn’t budge. Rules were rules he guessed.

“Silva?” Chris asked.

Silva made several interesting facial expressions as she struggled against her desire not to use the name of her abuser with her desire to be his catpanion. He could almost see the battle playing out in her eyes.

“Sucio,” she said at last. “Silva Sucio.”

“Silva… Su.. ci… io…” The secretary typed in Silva’s new last name and more information appeared to scroll across the screen. “Ah ha! Here you are… oh…” The secretary suddenly paused as more information came up. Chris didn’t know what it was, but the helpful catgirl was quick to inform them. “There’s a police report attached to Ms. Sucio’s file. Since you’re involved parties, I can tell you that it is in regards to Cameron Sucio and his subsequent arrest for several violations of catgirl abuse.” She paused, ears flicking as her expression became more serious. “Given the nature of this situation, it should be perfectly possible to change her last name. In fact, because you, Mr. Redford, are currently listed as Silva’s temporary guardian, when you sign the necessary paperwork to make her your catpanion, you can also file the papers needed to change her name.”

As Silva’s eyes lightened up with delight, Chris breathed a heavy sigh of relief before turning a smile on the secretary.

“Thank you for letting us know,” he said.

The secretary gave him a pleased smile. “I lived with an abusive guardian once as well, so I understand not wishing to use that person’s last name.”

Chris was beginning to realize there were a lot more cases of catgirl abuse than he first realized. Maybe it was because he had lived a relatively sheltered life. The neighborhood he grew up in was one of the better ones, with some of the lowest crime rates in San Jose and a welcoming community well-known for its love of catgirls. It was honestly shocking when he found Elsa, unconscious and injured underneath that bridge in Memorial Park.

After thanking the secretary, Chris and Silva moved over to sit on one of the couches. Like the young couple on the other couch, they sat incredibly close together, so close that Silva might as well have been sitting on his lap. The young couple with their litter of four catgirl children smiled at them. Chris and Silva smiled back.

“Filing to make her your catpanion?” asked the man.

“That’s right,” Chris said.

“That’s quite the step,” the catgirl said. “I remember when we first filed a couple of years ago. It feels like such a long time now.”

“How was it?” Silva asked, suddenly curious. When they glanced at her, she jerked reflexively as her fearful instincts kicked in but quickly mastered herself. “The process to make you his catpanion. How was it?”

“It’s a relatively painless process,” she said. “The only thing it requires is a bit of patience. There’s a lot of paperwork that you need to fill out and sign.”

“How many papers?” asked Chris, furrowing his brow.

“Not as much as filing for a loan on a house,” was all the man said.

Seconds after that ominous little tidbit of information was spoken, a man came in and called for the couple. They were apparently there to get the necessary paperwork for their children filed. It was an important process and something that couldn’t be done at the hospital because this was outside of their jurisdiction. 

It seemed there was a lot of red tape involved with having kids.

The wait until they were called in wasn’t long. A young woman with curly brown hair and kind eyes, dressed in a smart business suit, called for them. She introduced herself as Lily Sutor and led them to an office. Once there, she had them both sit down and began pulling out a large stack of papers.

“These are the papers you both need to sign,” she said, then smiled when she noticed how pale their faces were as they stared at what must have been several thousand sheets of paper. “Don’t worry. A lot of what’s written on here is just legalise. It talks about the laws, policies, and so on involved with having a catpanion and being a catpanion. You also don’t have to sign every single page. The pages where you need to sign are marked where your signatures should go.”

“I-I see. That’s good,” Chris muttered as he grabbed the first page. A thought occurred to him and he looked up. “Can we also get the files needed to change Silva’s last name?”

“It’s already in there,” Lily said as if she’d been expecting this question. That meant she must have looked up their file before printing these out, so she likely knew of their circumstances.

Well, whatever. That made things easier for them.

The process of signing all those documents took almost an hour. During the time when they were signing, the woman spoke to them in a matter of fact tone of voice, as if she was reciting lines she had said thousands of times already. Knowing how many catgirls became catpanions, she probably had.

“The first thing you should know is that you will be subject to the same bi-annual assessment and tests that breeders go through,” Lily explained to him as he signed his name on the nth document, then slid it over to Silva so she could do the same. “We do this because, as you might have guessed already, there are quite a few serious cases of catgirl abuse. Of course, usually, we are not so sloppy in our procedures. I’ve read your file. After what happened, I suspect the San Diego Police Department may push for more stringent standards in regards to these evaluations.”

Chris nodded to show he was listening. He’d never had to take the breeder test, but he did own a catgirl guardianship ID, which granted him the right to adopt and raise a catgirl. He had to take a test yearly to prove that he was physically and mentally fit to raise a catgirl.

“I feel like I should also tell you, Mr. Redford, that while there are no limits in how many catpanions you can have, you will have to sign a new set of documents for each one.” Lily wore a smile as she explained this. “Also, depending on how many catpanions you have, you may be forced to sign even more documents and have the Catgirl Protection Bureau go through your personal records and financial history to make sure you do not have any black marks on your records and are financially secure enough to properly look after multiple catpnaions.”

“I know,” Chris said, then smiled. “I don’t think you have to worry, though. I highly doubt I’m going to have anymore catpanions.”

He glanced at Silva, expecting to see her smiling at his show of loyalty, but instead she just looked confused. There was a slight tilt to her head as she stared at him with inquisitive eyes. When he saw this, the smile on his face slowly left.

Lily gave him an amused smile. “Regardless of whether you plan to or not, I just wanted to let you know how that works in case something does happen and you find yourself with more than one catpanion.”

“So I see…”

They finally finished signing all of the documents. Lily took them from him and Silva, placing them inside of a binder that she bound together with a leather chord. She informed them that the process of filing all this information could take anywhere from one week to two months depending on how backed up they were. At the moment, it seemed the process would be fairly quick as there were not many new people presently filing to become catpanions.

As they left the Catgirl Protection Bureau Office of Catpanion and Child Registration, Chris and Silva paused just outside the door as the fresh air hit them. It was a bit chilly, but the air was getting a tad warmer. At least, he thought so. The afternoon sky hung high overhead. He looked at the sun as a gentle breeze blew across the street.

“Shall we head home?” asked Chris.

“Yes.” Silva nodded. “There’s a new episode of Masterchef Junior on tonight that I want to see.”

“We can’t miss that,” Chris said.

Truth be told, while he didn’t mind watching Gordon Ramsay’s cooking shows, for the most part, he wasn’t too keen on the junior one. It was a blow to his pride. That might have sounded like a joke if he said it out loud, but the truth was it hurt his pride to watch kids not even half his age outcook him.

While he never considered himself a great chef since he only knew how to create simple dishes and follow directions, he still liked to think he was a better cook than most adult men. His own dad had no cooking talent whatsoever. About the only thing his dad could make was grilled cheese sandwiches and spaghetti. Even then, he didn’t create his own homemade sauce but used Prego bought by the jar.

His mom did all the cooking at home.

As they walked toward the bus stop across the street, Chris wondered what his life would have been like if he had decided to become a chef. He glanced at Silva as they walked toward the bus stop.

It didn’t sound as exciting as his current life.

***

That evening, Chris made a simple dinner of tuna garlic pasta. It was easy to make. He simply boiled a salted pot of water for the pasta and cooked it according to the directions. He’d used a wheat pasta instead of normal pasta. Once the pasta was close to being ready, he added some oil to a small pan and cooked garlic over medium heat for about 30 seconds before adding in the tuna, lemon juice, and parsley. The meal only took about fifteen minutes to create, and he had added parmesan cheese, lemon zest, and some salt and pepper for seasoning.

Silva had loved it.

“I think you should really consider being on Chef Gordon’s TV show,” Silva said as she sat with her head in his lap. Her warm cheek rested against his thigh. It was a pleasant feeling.

Chris shook his head. “My cooking is nowhere near the level expected of people who go on Chef Gordon’s show. All of those people are professional chefs who own or work at restaurants and have spent their entire lives cooking.”

“The kids aren’t professionals.”

“The kids are too young to be professionals, and even if they aren’t, their cooking is already better than mine.”

As they spoke, Chris ran his fingers through Silva’s hair and rubbed her ears. A low purring sound emitted from the back of Silva’s throat. When he looked down, it was to find her small mouth parted as she took slow and deep breaths. The pinkness of her cheeks complimented her porcelain skin as she rubbed her face against him.

Chris grew hard.

“You’re poking me,” Silva said.

“You’re rubbing your face against me,” Chris countered. “And you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Mmm… maybe I am.”

While Silva was often shy and didn’t like being around people, she didn’t have as much trouble asserting her desires to him—at least, not anymore. She used to, but after he helped her get over the survivors guilt she’d been suffering from and asked her to become his catpanion, she had become a lot more forthright toward him.

“Your scent is so thick,” Silva murmured as she nuzzled her nose against his crotch. Chris’s breathing picked up as his cock twitched in his pants.

“Is… that a good thing?” he asked.

“I like your scent, so I think it is.”

As she spoke, Silva climbed off the couch and knelt on the floor. She reached out with her teeth, grabbed his zipper, and pulled it down. Meanwhile, she unbuttoned his pants, then grabbed the hem of his jeans, and slid them down his hips. To help her, Chris lifted his hips off the couch, allowing her to slide them off until they were around his ankles.

With his pants no longer confining him, Chris’s dick sprang up, creating a pitch tent out of his boxer shorts. Silva licked her lips as reached out and removed his boxers next. As his dick emerged, fully erect and throbbing, Silva’s breathing picked up. Her catlike pupils seemed to dilate as she stared at his penis.

At the moment, Silva was wearing simple pajamas. Her shirt was several sizes too large and had a large hole for her head. Because it was so big, one side was sliding down her left shoulder, revealing a good amount of bare skin and collar bone. As she leaned over, Chris caught a glimpse of her small breasts,

Then Silva was leaning all the way forward, holding his dick with one hand as she rubbed her cheek along the shaft. An electric jolt raced through him. It was an affectionate gesture similar to when a cat rubbed against its owner’s leg… except this held an eroticism no cat could ever possess. Watching this cute girl as she nuzzled his cock was easily one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

“It’s so warm,” she breathed. “And it always twitches in my hand.”

“T-that’s because your hands are cold,” Chris tried to explain, but it was hard when Silva’s soft fingers and cheek were rubbing against his dick.

“Does that mean I should warm it up?” Silva looked up at him with bright eyes that seemed innocent and pure. It made an incredible contrast to what she was doing. “My mouth is pretty warm. I read on the internet that men like it when a woman sucks them off.”

“You’ve been reading some strange articles,” Chris murmured, but that was about all he could say because Silva had just sucked the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into her mouth. He gritted his teeth and tried not to blow his load as she swirled her tongue around his head, flicking it over his piss slit. Her tongue was tiny and cute, but it had a rough texture similar to a cat’s tongue. He guessed this was another one of those differences between humans and catgirls. “Oh… oh, God…”

A few seconds after she had sucked in his head, Silva moved her head down. She only managed to fit about a quarter of his dick into her mouth. When she tried going further, she coughed and sputtered as she jerked her head back.

“D-don’t try to take in more than you can fit,” Chris said.

Silva frowned as she leaned back, removing his now glistening cock from her mouth with a wet plop. The cool night air made goosebumps appear on his skin, now drenched in her saliva. She pouted up at him.

“But I heard it’s better if I deep throat you.”

“Girl, what articles are you reading while I’m at college?”

“What do you mean?” Silva tilted her head. “I’m reading articles that will help me be a better catpanion.”

He had no idea what sort of websites she had gone to for knowledge, but he was pretty sure they were mostly sites that dealt with the purely sexual aspect of a relationship. Of course, sex was often considered the be all end all of relationships, the most important aspect—if you read articles in Magazines. He couldn’t go to a grocery store without seeing at least six magazines with a “how to spice up your sex life” title on the front cover.

Come to think of it, Silva had also been reading some of those whenever they went shopping.

Before Chris could reflect more on this, Silva decided to try a different approach, and he gasped out loud and threw his head back when she took her small tongue to the underside of his cock. The sensation of a rough but tiny tongue traveling from his balls all the way to the tip of his dick blew him away. It was far different from any blowjobs he’d been given before. Pleasure raced through his body like an electric current. That tongue should have been classified as a man slayer.

After lathering his dick in saliva, Silva reached up and began pumping his shaft with her hands. At the same time, she leaned down and took what she was able to fit inside of her tiny mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Before he knew what he was doing, Chris was massaging Silva’s hair as if goading her on. However, he came to quickly and realized he would cum if she kept this up.

“H-hold on! Stop!”

Silva did stop, and while she didn’t remove his dick from her mouth, she did glance up at him. Chris almost shuddered. Seeing this girl with her wide and innocent eyes as she shoved his dick in her mouth was one of the most awe-inspiring sights he’d ever seen. Combined with the feel of her wet and warm mouth wrapped around him, and he was almost ready to  cum right there.

“If you… keep that up… I’ll cum and we won’t be able to have sex.”

Silva removed his dick from her mouth, a suitably horrified expression on her face. “That would be bad.”

“Right. It would be.” Chris smiled at her. “Come back up here, Silva. And remove your pants please.”

Silva did as she was told, standing up and sliding both her pink pajama bottoms and cotton panties down her hips. When Chris caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, a deep longing to push his tongue into her folds and explore her body made his cock throb even more. It swelled in size, especially when he noticed how her pussy was glistening slightly with arousal. He wanted to taste her so badly.

But he held himself back.

“Come here.”

He reached out with both hands, palms pointed up, and Silva gave him a wide smile as she placed her hands in his and allowed Chris to pull her in. She sat with her legs on either side of him, straddling his body. His dick was trapped between them, resting against her stomach, pulsating like a beating heart.

Before he buried his dick inside of her, Chris leaned forward and pressed their lips together. During their kiss, Silva wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close as if seeking to consume him, like she was trying to suck out his soul through his mouth. While she didn’t suck out his soul, she did end up with her mouth full of his tongue.

“Hhrrrrn!!! Hrn! Hrn!”

A loud noise that was somewhere between a moan and a purr escaped Silva’s mouth. It was such an erotic sound that Chris could not help but long to hear it again. That was why he reached out, slipped his hands underneath her shirt, and placed them over her chest.

Silva’s chest was small. He remembered shopping with her for bras once she filled out thanks to the dietary supplements she’d been taking, and her bra size was a 38A. He didn’t know exactly what a 38A bra size entailed, but suffice it to say, she had small boobs. At most, they were a little less than a handful.

However, they were very, very sensitive.

“Mreow!”

Silva released a low mewling sound, then squeaked when his fingers found her nipples. She didn’t stop kissing him, but as he massaged her chest and swirled his fingers around her nipples, the sounds she produced were like music to his ears. Her body shuddered and rocked back and forth against him, as if seeking more pleasure through grinding her pussy on his leg. He drew his index finger in a circle around her left nipple, then flicked it back and forth. Her nipple was already hard. It protruded like a tiny button from her chest.

“Shirt off,” he said.

Silva removed her hands from around his neck and raised them so he could pull her shirt off. He tossed it to the side. Now her entire body was exposed. Her snow white skin made her look incredibly fragile, like an expensive china doll that would shatter if dropped. Her skin contained a beautiful and healthy glow. Meanwhile, the soft swells of her breasts were capped with very light pink nipples that went exceedingly well with her skin tone.

Since she was now naked, Chris removed his own shirt, threw it on the coffee table behind Silva, and leaned forward. He placed his hands on the small of her back, drew her close, and pressed his mouth against her left nipple. As he sucked it into his mouth, Silva released another one of those wonderful meows. Her hands went into his hair as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. The salty taste of her skin and the light floral scent of her soap aroused him so much he was surprised he could still think straight.

“Chris! Chris! That—meow! Keep doing that! Just like that! Mreow! Please!”

Silva’s nipples were so sensitive it was actually possible to bring her to orgasm just by playing with them. He wasn’t sure if that was something unique to her species of catgirl or just her, but he’d made her cum several times merely from sucking on her tits. However, he didn’t just suck on her breasts. When her body began glistening with a light layer of sweat, he removed his mouth from her nipple and licked the center of her chest.

“NYA!”

Silva buried her face into his hair as he did this. Her hips jerked forward as she ground her pelvis against his hard cock. The sensation of her sodden pussy lips rubbing him without his dick sliding into her warm cunt sent electric shockwaves through his body. A mind-numbing pleasure caused his vision to turn hazy, as if everything was being cast in a layer of red.

Finally, neither of them could take it anymore.

“Inside,” Silva moaned. “I need it… inside! Meow!”

He was positive she had been trying to say “now.” In either event, Chris didn’t want to hold out anymore either. He grabbed her hips, helped her line up with his dick, and then slowly pushed her down.

“Nnnggg!!!”

A low groan escaped their lips as Chris found his cock buried inside of her. She was so incredibly tight that just moving was a chore, though that chore also brought indescribable pleasure. Her vice-like walls sucked in his dick and kept it there as if seeking to embrace him. He felt the way her walls pulsed around his cock. The erratic twitching was a sensation that couldn’t be described with words alone.

“You’re always… so tight,” Chris grunted.

“You’re always so big,” Silva returned fire. “I feel… so stuffed. I think your dick is touching my womb.”

“Is it really? You’re okay, right?”

Silva nodded as she gazed up at him with a smile, eyes half-lidded and pleased. She reached out and cupped his cheeks, a gesture he normally did to her, but she’d been doing this more often lately.

“I love this feeling. I’ve never… felt this way before. I feel fulfilled. I know that sounds weird, but one of the times where I’m most satisfied is when you’re inside of me.”

Well, if that wasn’t the most ego-boosting thing anyone had ever said to him, he didn’t know what was. Those words alone were enough to make his cock swell even more. Silva’s eyes widened when she felt this.

“You can get bigger?!”

“Seems that way.”

Chris couldn’t keep himself contained anymore and thrust his hips up. Silva released a loud cry as she arched her back. However, she kept her arms around his neck so she wouldn’t fall off the couch. Chris moved back down, feeling the ridges of her pussy rub against him in the most delicious ways. It was enough to make him delirious.

He thrust his hips again. Silva cried out some more. The sound of her mewling spurned him on.

It did not take long for them to work out a pace. The sound of their hips rhythmically slapping together echoed around them and mixed with their moans, groans, grunts, and meows. As he kept his hands on her hips, he watched as her breasts bounced up and down. They didn’t bounce too much since they were so small, but the slight jiggle motions enticed him. He couldn’t suck her nipples into his mouth, but he did lean in and begian licking her.

“MREOW! Meow! Mreeeeooooowww!”

Silva opened her mouth in a wide “O” shape before she clenched her teeth. Drool leaked down from her lips as she began panting, ragged noises now mixing in. Her hips continued to move, up and down, as his dick slid in and out of her pussy, stretching her lips wide. The way her stomach muscles flexed like a belly dancer as she moved brought a new kind of eroticism to the table. Chris wished he could have taken a moment to lick her stomach.

Chris grunted as he tried to keep himself from cumming, tried to resist the way his balls tightened. He wanted Silva to orgasm first. If nothing else, he prided himself on putting her pleasure before his own.

Fortunately, Silva’s entire body went completely rigid seconds before he shot his load inside of her. Her muscles stiffened as she hugged his head to her chest and released a loud “MREOOOOWW!” that he was sure the neighbors could hear. The juices of her pussy flowed around his cock and stained his legs. Seconds after she came, Silva’s arms went slack as she slid down and slumped against his chest.

Chris sighed as he placed his hands on Silva’s sweaty back and stroked her spine. Silva shivered as a soft purring noise reached his ears.

“I love…” Silva mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“I love having sex.”

Chris chuckled. “Me too.”

***

After they recovered enough to walk, Chris and Silva took a quick shower before heading to bed. They didn’t bother wearing pajamas and simply slept naked. Silva preferred it that way, saying she liked feeling his skin against hers. She told him it was comforting.

However, as they slept, Chris was woken up by a loud ringing sound.

“Meow?!”

Silva was too.

As they sat up in bed, Silva twisting her head all over the place to try and locate the source of the noise with a panicked look in her sleepy eyes, Chris stumbled out of bed and made his way to the desk. His phone was lit up and vibrating. It was also the source of the ringing. He glanced at the caller ID on the screen and frowned when he realized it was the San Diego Police Department.

“Hello?” he said after accepting the call.

“Hello. Is this Chris Redford?” a familiar voice on the other end said.

“Officer Demire? Is something wrong?”

Chris recognized the voice as the redhead from the San Diego Police Department’s Catgirl Protection Bureau branch. He felt a bit irritable as he wondered why she was calling, but he tried not to let her hear it in his voice.

“I’m sorry for calling so late… or early, I guess. I just wanted to let you know that the catgirls who were abused by Cameron Sucio have been relocated after getting their checkups. They are residing at the Chula Vista Christian Orphanage for Abandoned Catgirls. It’s traditionally not one we would use, but the top brass apparently decided to temporarily have them stay there for some reason. The one Silva called Kuro is also residing there.”

Chris had never heard of the Chula Vista Christian Orphanage for Abandoned Catgirls before, but he found it a bit odd that the catgirls weren’t being relocated to a catgirl shelter or one of the catgirl only housing units. That said, there were far more important things to consider right now.

He suddenly forgot about how she’d contacted him late at night. His throat felt a little parched as a strange sense of relief washed through him. He didn’t know these girls, but he knew they were important to Silva, and that was all that mattered to him.

“I understand. Thank you for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome.”

As Officer Demire hang up, Chris placed the smartphone on his desk and turned to Silva. Her head was tilted in that adorable manner she made whenever she was curious about something. The blanket was currently pooled around her waist, so her breasts were on display. Her cute little nipples were a bit puffy and goosebumps had appeared on her skin. While it was an attractive sight, he wasn’t really in the mood to get frisky again.

“That was Officer Demire,” he said to her unspoken question. “She’s found Kuro and the others.”

Silva’s eyes widened. “Then…?”

“We can go see them tomorrow… um… later today.”

As Silva sniffled, just barely containing her tears of happiness, Chris scratched the back of his head. It looked like tomorrow… um, today would be another busy day. He glanced at the clock and grimaced. It was still 2:30AM. He hoped they would be able to get a few more hours of sleep before they left to visit the orphanage.

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